Except for burning bushes and a never agreed to number of tablets brought from the mount we don't have a lot of documented contact with god.
We have a lot of humans who say that they have had and continue to have that contact, but there aren't any You Tubes.
And those assertions of contact are pretty much always from people who have a vested interest in seeing "him".
Now that humanity every day bumps up closer to understanding the mechanics of the infinite matrix of life, Bishop Usher and the Crowd continue to become more and more ludicrous.
But the campfire remains.
And more and more homo sapiens choose to dance around it.
Shouting their beliefs.
Delusions, one might conclude.
It's just so much easier than thinking, though.
So they keep dancing;
Around their various fires.
One could argue that the dancers around the fire are the MAGA Tailgaters, recently out of beer and that they are out of beer.
For the duration.
One might think.
But who cares?
If you have ever cut and pasted something, and if you have half a brain, the facility of CRISPR is obvious.
The fact that it actually works should declare any questions answered.
But the lingering Shaman Class still has unbelievable power.
And vested interest.
For ill, mayhem and absurdity.
The cut and pasters are not playing god, they have replaced bullshit with function.
And there are not enough campfires to dance around for that newly emerging fact to be ignored.
But dance they will.
And don't get me started about AI.
It's after our jobs.
Could be a participant in the next Renaissance, though.
But why would we want that?
Who gives a shit about a Renaissance?
We've got donnie.
And our decline has been abrupt.
